Where do you start a story that goes in a circle? Or at least one that spirals fore and aft into apparent infinity?
I fear no matter where it starts I will either confuse or bore you.
One beginning is the adventure of the middle, which here is nonsense about the last hero, the first immortal, rebel and ruler of the world, the spaceship flutterby her most popular incarnation [karne] (in her recent past, when i "last" "heard" from her).
One story is that of ancient evils consorting with the evil alternative future against all our hopes [evil is, in her time, a word for stupid] .
One story is mine. My story is boring, it starts as a boy in Milwaukee's suburbs.
Her story starts as a "normal" little girl from Wisconsin, born in the last days of the 2nd millenium of christ.
The real deal is that the story comes from a future past passed on.
The greatest of missed opportunities; gone between envisioning, and happening, for me.
Shall we start with how I come to narrate?
Shall I start with our hero's beginings, story, present [future], or fears of no longer having any of the above.
Where do you start a story that goes in a circle? and continues both fore and past?
For me the story starts in fits and starts, dreams and confusion, i may have just gone insane, really, I can never really be sure; vivid dreams, memories I knew were not mine, waking in the middle of dreams no matter where I was, babbling and writing on the walls, obsessively collecting it and sorting it till I could understand the story. For a while I couldn't hold a job and was homeless, but I couldn't write the book homeless so my obsession got the better of me and I was bettered by it.
It was about that time that I understood what was going on and most of it began to make sense [devi is a little out of practice with the current tongue so it was a little garbled in my head at first, I'm compiling a dictionary], I was then just worried I would die before my story was told, but every day I went off to work and then came home, and tried to get it out of my head, onto paper.
We hope that our hero doesn't end up in a similar distressed state for her freedom and peace of mind have become the freedom and peace of carbon based wisdom and love in our galaxy.
Well enough about beginnings. If you're still with me you may be wondering how a little girl who is now only 10 years old came to be the hero of galactic revolution, much less how she changed our world so completely in this century. So enough of how I tell the tale.
The story really starts just before the birth of devi jones the same day as the white buffalo child in august 1994.
Her mother was an investment consultant on pharmaceutical technologies who had just received a big bonus. Her father was a robotics operator for the merchant marine, had agreed to stay when he returned home, to be house and farm worker so mother could continue to make the big bucks. He was washed over with a container of shoes during a storm, so she quit and made big bucks anyways investing his pension, and her considerable savings. I don't know much else about her, although it is a matter of record in future, I have not even been given access to her name.
Devi was born at home somewhere in the kikkapoo valley, in a tub with two midwives in attendance, all her mother would ever say to people about it was,"it was nice."